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Diary of a Lunatic : #2 7800 Fahrenheit

One comes around certain instances in life when one’s temperature rises to quite a certain degree of intolerance and no, I’m not talking about having a fever. So, instead of ranting about how horrible some things in my life are and ending up sounding like an ungrateful, stuck up brat; I decide to disguise my rant (a failed attempt) with humour.

Getting to study in a lost and pretty much ‘good –for- nothing- much’ college sometimes has its own perks, some of which are mentioned below:

You don’t have to worry about pairing up the perfect outfit and doing up your hair in the right way. You could just walk out of your bed and into the lecture room and still end up looking presentable as compared to some of your peers.

You don’t have to watch your manners or your language for that matter, because people may confuse your politeness with flirting, or better yet, may label you downright weird. Who wants to bother with their tongue anyway? Such a pain.

Your vocabulary of slangs increases a great deal.

You either learn to practice the all-encompassing Buddhist patience or end up becoming cynical while wishing you were ‘The Terminator’, or may even become one if handed a machine gun. So much potential. A win-win situation nonetheless.

You’re so used to dealing with compromising situations that you’re not worried about what life will throw at you in future.

For all you introverts out there, here’s the catch: you don’t have to worry about not having a social life. What with all the assignments, classes, projects, recurring exams that last for weeks and even take place on weekends; the management makes sure that any life you may have had outside of your petty college comes to an end, or never starts.

You have an increased knowledge of various forms of music available in the country. From the “desi lollipop to the red lipishtik which shakes the whole district”. You have it all.

If you take up a hostel facility, the despicable wardens will inspire you to write a script for “Kill Bill Vol. 3”. This could bag you millions.

You learn to wake up even before the sun’s up on winters if you want to have a hot water bath. And we all know that old saying: “Early to bed, early to rise make’s a man healthy, wealthy and wise.” That’s three birds with a single arrow.

After four years of living in a state of constant degradation and surrounded by people who either love to pester you or are perfectly okay with the way things are, some of us find ourselves in a feverish and frenzied state of exasperation. Yes, it’s 7800 Fahrenheit and unlike Jon Bon Jovi, I don’t have a Tokyo Road to take.

But every cloud has a silver lining, mine being that it reminded me of my love for the written word, and inspired me to do a bit of writing. A real happy perk after all.